Quotes About Independence

We went our separate ways, but within walking distance of one another.

We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.

We promised that we'd never leave one another again, until we both knew we were ready to stand on our own. And this vow, through everything we were yet to go through, we kept.

We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.

He wrote me a note to say we would create art together and we would make it, with or without the rest of the world.

People say beware, but I don't care. Their words are just rules and regulations to me.

I hate being confined, especially when it's for my own good.

Even as a child, I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to wear red lipstick.

My Morocco. I followed whatever train I wanted. I wrote without writing—of genies and hustlers and mythic travelers, my vagabondia. Then I would walk back home, happily

Without realizing it, I had said goodbye to traditional employment. I never punched a clock again. I made my own time and my own money.

You know, the dreams you had for me weren't my dreams," he said. "Maybe those dreamsare meant for you.

Estaba comenzando a notar otra sensación para la que no tenía nombre. Se sentía dueño de su vida. Ya no volvería a ser un esclavo.

I followed whatever train I wanted. I wrote without writing—of genies and hustlers and mythic travelers, my vagabondia. Then I would walk back home, happily satisfied, and resume my daily tasks.

I loved my coat and the cafe and my morning routine. It was the clearest and simplest expression of my solitary identity.

We broke our mother's heart and became ourselves. We proceeded to breathe and therefore to leave, drunken, astonished, each of us a god.

All writers are bums...

Back home I checked supplies—plenty of cat food, spaghetti, a few cans of sardines, peanut butter, and bottled water. Computer charged, candles, matches, a few flashlights, and an inbred cockiness that would eventually be challenged.

I was my own lucky hand of solitaire.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and ev'ry highway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

All I wanted to do was write - at the time, poems, and prose, too. I guess my ambition was simply to make money however I could to keep myself going in some modest way, and I didn't need much, I was unmarried at the time, no children.

you can survive only if nothing is necessary to you

I learned that freedom can be dangerous. If you don't watch out, it can kill you.

Juk tikrasis išbandymas yra b?ti tokiam kaip visi. kai tai ?vyksta, jam nebereikia abejoti savo išskirtinumu. Jis laisvas - ne tik nuo kit?, bet ir nuo sav?s.